Please don't mention me to the
other boys you mess around with.
It's no longer flattering, nor fair.
There is no gain for me. It just shows me
how cunning you are. Either that or how
truly fucked we both are. You see if faith
makes people want to kill, talk to themselves
beside their beds, be a little less nervous, then
how fair is it that you just lead me to believe. The
worst part about all past relationships. Still believing
that one day, for some strange reason, you'll forget
why you hurt so much. Not I miss. I believe in one thing
and that doesnt envolve clothes or even talking. Atleast
then I'm not talking about you.
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